http://slow.writerscafe.org/EmikoTagahushi The original writings of author Emiko Tagahushi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060951 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I roseup in a good home,AChristian homeA Hmonghome quickly adjusting to American ways.Myparents loved us and cared for each of usMy threesiblings and I,But Iwas left, sitting in my rocker and lying on my bed "To gazeat the worldOpenmouthed and wide eyed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmikoTagahushi/1666349/ Tuesdayarrived, the day that most people seem to complain about.  Edward didn’t show up on the morning bus, soI didn’t expect to see him, but when the end of the school day came, and Iwalked onto the bus, he came.  He stalkeddown the aisle, a hood over his head, perha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmikoTagahushi/1618644/ Next week came, and I stared up at the darkening sky as the morning busrumbled along the road toward Edward’s stop. The clouds had grown, and now they covered most of the sky, appearinglike the bottom of the ocean waves with some gaps of calm water.  The sun hid behind the gray.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmikoTagahushi/1618640/ Friday came, and Edward sat on the seat with me like any other schoolday.  The only reason it wasn’t a normalschool day was that with Edward, came many surprises.  For once in a life time, he was carrying a folder" a green one in fact.  I eyed it.“Wow.  Home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmikoTagahushi/1618639/ The land began to become greener as the air warmed up and the cloudsthickened.  There was a predicted downpour next week, and I couldn’t wait! 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